I sat in the same goddamn car, drove down the same goddamn freeway with the same freaks I did it with last night and the night before and a million nights more. It had to be around four or five in the morning, still dark enough to make us feel like it was just one long night but we all knew that the Grey would come soon.
"I gotta go by an ATM," I said.
"You fucking kidding?"
"I don't have any cash! I gotta go ... unless you to want spot me."
Ted leaned over from the passenger seat and smiled at me. I could hear Sully whispering "fuck" as he guided the jeep to towards the next offramp.
I'd known Sully since we were sophomores in high school. I introduced him to coke gave him his first line. We hooked up for an amateur's attempt at drug-dealing, but it went sour especially for Sully who fronted the cash. He didn't lose much money, but he gained a healthy little habit that now, six years later, was going stronger than ever.
Now that I think about it, there were more than a few of my friends in the same fucked up boat.